Fic: Overlap (Chibs/ Juice, NC-17)
This fic is set at the end of Season 3. It kind of fits in with the other fics I've done, if you don't look too hard and you're okay with reading things out of sequence. (I guess, this fiction puts the stories with Juice's kidnap and the boys' little jaunt to Glasgow later on, after Season 4 has played out). Anyway, the sequel to this fic takes place during Season 4 and deals with all of that joy and laughter...
Thanks, as always, to the lovely spacebabe, who has been a real trooper, beta-ing the longest two fics I've thrown at her yet. Both stories would have been considerably messier if she hadn't intervened...
Oh, BTW, I'm in the process of editing and cross posting all of the fics I have on soa_slash to the AO3 site so if you ever want to re-read versions that are a little more polished (thanks to Spacebabe), have a look-see on there.
Just for a change, title comes from an Ani Difranco song (lyrics at bottom of fic)
Overlap by Edie Sunshine
It's early. Too early to be awake. Juice rolls over and finds that unlike the usual state of affairs, he's not alone. Chibs is lying beside him, impassive as a statue, where normally at this time he'd be sitting downstairs with a smoke. Chibs never usually sleeps more than four hours a night.
Juice isn't gonna lie here and watch his boyfriend sleeping.
He's not a complete sap.
Chibs isn't really his boyfriend for a start, he's his...
Well, he's his whatever he is.
Juice reaches over, slides one hand over the sleeping man's chest, plays over the tattoos that are normally hidden under vests and scarves- the ones the Scot has had since his youth and no longer wears with quite as much pride.
Chibs breathing stutters but he doesn't wake, not quite.
Juice tucks himself in a little closer, presses his nose to the skin of the man's bicep and inhales. Bike oil, stale smoke and the weird soap Chibs always uses, the one that smells of carbolic and should be fucking horrible but has actually become Juice's favourite smell ever.
Chibs shifts, one hand drifting up to catch Juice's. His fingers are still sleepy.
'You awake?'
Chibs just hums, his eyes creeping open, languid and content. His thumb rubs over the crinkly-edged scar that zigzags across Juice's knuckle.
'Go back to sleep,' Juice says. 'It's still early.'
'Nah, I'm awake now.' Chibs murmurs, keeps his eyes closed though, thumb still worrying over Juice's hand. 'Big day today.'
Juice shrugs, no point worrying about stuff they can't fix.
He presses a kiss to the older man's arm, gets jostled aside when Chibs shifts his arm up to wrap it around him, tug him closer, and then Juice's head is resting on Chibbie's chest and really, it's much easier to just slide one leg over his and then, with a little more of a wriggle, Juice's half hard is pressing against Chibs' thigh and Chibs' own is coming to life.
&&&
Juicy's body feels like a furnace, his skin still sticky with sleep. Chibs slides his hands over the younger man's back, pushes the duvet aside for now, even though he knows the lad'll start bitching about feeling cold in about twenty seconds time.
Come tonight, Juice will be in Stockton with most of their brothers.
And Chibs will have Jimmy O's blood on his hands.
Maybe.
These last months have been crazy. Him and Juice sneaking around behind the others' backs, screwing like bunnies. It's gonna be a fucking wrench, not having Juice at his side for the next year.
Maybe though, maybe it's for the best. Two of them, what's been going on, they can't keep it invisible for much longer. Two of their brothers already know so the secret can't stay secret forever.
With time apart, maybe this thing'll just fizzle out and they'll go back to being brothers in arms again.
Chibs isn't gonna kid himself that he wants that to happen.
'Jesus, would you fucking stop?' Juice props his chin on Chibs' chest. 'Stop thinking so loud!'
Chibs can't help laughing, Juice's cross face is pretty funny really. It's a bit like being glared at by a puppy.
Chibs reaches down to get his hands under the other man's arse, hauls him upwards so their lips can meet.
Their skin's all stuck together and Juice grumbles at the effort of moving. He sighs when their mouths collide though, settles into the kiss like it's something that needs attending to.
&&&
Outside, a car is making its way slowly down the street, some poor fucker trying to beat the rush hour traffic. Juice can't think of anything worse than having to put on a shirt and tie everyday, sit in stationary traffic and spend all day shuffling paper. Things are gonna be shitty for the next fourteen months but it's still better than the alternative.
He shifts so he can pull the other man down on top of him, be trapped by Chibs' bulk, just the way he likes it. And of course, knowing what Juice is up to, Chibs goes along with it, slides his hands up Juice's thighs and fits himself between them.
Juice runs greedy palms down the lines of Chibs' body, swallows his groan and answers it with one of his own when Chibs' mouth starts its journey down his throat. The man's stubble is a thrill on Juice's sensitised skin and his cock is leaking already.
'Wait, wait, can we-' Juice pauses the other man with a hand on his wrist and Chibs cocks his head on one side. He breaks into a slow grin, reaches into the drawer in the bedside cabinet and Juice's mouth goes dry.
He remembers the first time he asked Chibs to tie him up. Remembers that they'd been fooling around, Chibs pinning his hands to the floor, when Juice had pointed out that he had some handcuffs kicking around in the bedroom.
The Scot had grinned, pretty much like he is right now.
Juice remembers that the moment the cuffs were on, time had stopped. They'd gone from having to just fucking nail each other, to taking their time, Chibs exploring every inch of Juice's body and Juice powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.
Now, Chibs fastens the cuffs so that Juice's hands are clipped to the headboard, runs his tongue down the length of Juice's inner arm, down his armpit and the side of his chest, just because he's a bastard, and because Juice is ticklish, and because he just can.
Chibs scratches his teeth over the raised nub of Juice's nipple, and for about the billionth time, Juice thinks he really should get around to getting it pierced. It'll have to wait till he's out of jail now.
He watches down the line of his body as Chibs laves and bites at his nipple, has to bite his own lip to stop himself from whimpering. Chibs hands work their way down to Juice's hips, his thighs, fingertips rough on the sensitive skin.
'Come on-'
Juice hadn't realised he'd said anything but Chibs looks up at him with a filthy grin.
'Not in a position to be makin' demands, Juicy,' he says and settles back down to torturing Juice, fingers ghosting over the head of his cock, cupping his balls.
Chibs' tongue is ticklish on Juice's belly and Juice wants to fight him off, get away from the sensation, but Chibs' hands are firm on his hips, his eyes watchful on Juice's face.
Juice could fidget, try to get Chibs to where he wants him most, but he knows better, knows not to rush him. This is the last time they're gonna have together for a long time and it makes sense to draw it out, savour every moment, tuck every detail away in his memory for a time when he needs it most.
"overlap" by Ani DiFranco
i search your profile for a translation i study the conversation like a map 'cause i know there is strength in the differences between us and i know there is comfort where we overlap come here stand in front of the light stand still so i can see your silhouette i hope you have got all night 'cause i'm not done looking, no, i'm not done looking yet each one of us wants a piece of the action you can hear it in what we say you can see it in what we do we negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction if you won't give it to me at least give me a better view come here stand in front of the light stand still so i can see your silhouette i hope you have got all night 'cause i'm not done looking no, i'm not done looking yet i build each one of my songs out of glass so you can see me inside of them i suppose or you could just leave the image of me in the background, i guess and watch your own reflection superimposed i build each one of my days out of hope and i give that hope your name and i don't know you that well but it don't take much to tell either you don't have the balls or you don't feel the same come here stand in front of the light stand still so i can see your silhouette i hope you have got all night 'cause i'm not done looking no, i'm not done looking yet i search your profile for a translation i study the conversation like a map 'cause i know there is strength in the differences between us and i know there is comfort where we overlap
Thanks, as always, to the lovely spacebabe, who has been a real trooper, beta-ing the longest two fics I've thrown at her yet. Both stories would have been considerably messier if she hadn't intervened...
Oh, BTW, I'm in the process of editing and cross posting all of the fics I have on soa_slash to the AO3 site so if you ever want to re-read versions that are a little more polished (thanks to Spacebabe), have a look-see on there.
Just for a change, title comes from an Ani Difranco song (lyrics at bottom of fic)
Overlap by Edie Sunshine
It's early. Too early to be awake. Juice rolls over and finds that unlike the usual state of affairs, he's not alone. Chibs is lying beside him, impassive as a statue, where normally at this time he'd be sitting downstairs with a smoke. Chibs never usually sleeps more than four hours a night.
Juice isn't gonna lie here and watch his boyfriend sleeping.
He's not a complete sap.
Chibs isn't really his boyfriend for a start, he's his...
Well, he's his whatever he is.
Juice reaches over, slides one hand over the sleeping man's chest, plays over the tattoos that are normally hidden under vests and scarves- the ones the Scot has had since his youth and no longer wears with quite as much pride.
Chibs breathing stutters but he doesn't wake, not quite.
Juice tucks himself in a little closer, presses his nose to the skin of the man's bicep and inhales. Bike oil, stale smoke and the weird soap Chibs always uses, the one that smells of carbolic and should be fucking horrible but has actually become Juice's favourite smell ever.
Chibs shifts, one hand drifting up to catch Juice's. His fingers are still sleepy.
'You awake?'
Chibs just hums, his eyes creeping open, languid and content. His thumb rubs over the crinkly-edged scar that zigzags across Juice's knuckle.
'Go back to sleep,' Juice says. 'It's still early.'
'Nah, I'm awake now.' Chibs murmurs, keeps his eyes closed though, thumb still worrying over Juice's hand. 'Big day today.'
Juice shrugs, no point worrying about stuff they can't fix.
He presses a kiss to the older man's arm, gets jostled aside when Chibs shifts his arm up to wrap it around him, tug him closer, and then Juice's head is resting on Chibbie's chest and really, it's much easier to just slide one leg over his and then, with a little more of a wriggle, Juice's half hard is pressing against Chibs' thigh and Chibs' own is coming to life.
&&&
Juicy's body feels like a furnace, his skin still sticky with sleep. Chibs slides his hands over the younger man's back, pushes the duvet aside for now, even though he knows the lad'll start bitching about feeling cold in about twenty seconds time.
Come tonight, Juice will be in Stockton with most of their brothers.
And Chibs will have Jimmy O's blood on his hands.
Maybe.
These last months have been crazy. Him and Juice sneaking around behind the others' backs, screwing like bunnies. It's gonna be a fucking wrench, not having Juice at his side for the next year.
Maybe though, maybe it's for the best. Two of them, what's been going on, they can't keep it invisible for much longer. Two of their brothers already know so the secret can't stay secret forever.
With time apart, maybe this thing'll just fizzle out and they'll go back to being brothers in arms again.
Chibs isn't gonna kid himself that he wants that to happen.
'Jesus, would you fucking stop?' Juice props his chin on Chibs' chest. 'Stop thinking so loud!'
Chibs can't help laughing, Juice's cross face is pretty funny really. It's a bit like being glared at by a puppy.
Chibs reaches down to get his hands under the other man's arse, hauls him upwards so their lips can meet.
Their skin's all stuck together and Juice grumbles at the effort of moving. He sighs when their mouths collide though, settles into the kiss like it's something that needs attending to.
&&&
Outside, a car is making its way slowly down the street, some poor fucker trying to beat the rush hour traffic. Juice can't think of anything worse than having to put on a shirt and tie everyday, sit in stationary traffic and spend all day shuffling paper. Things are gonna be shitty for the next fourteen months but it's still better than the alternative.
He shifts so he can pull the other man down on top of him, be trapped by Chibs' bulk, just the way he likes it. And of course, knowing what Juice is up to, Chibs goes along with it, slides his hands up Juice's thighs and fits himself between them.
Juice runs greedy palms down the lines of Chibs' body, swallows his groan and answers it with one of his own when Chibs' mouth starts its journey down his throat. The man's stubble is a thrill on Juice's sensitised skin and his cock is leaking already.
'Wait, wait, can we-' Juice pauses the other man with a hand on his wrist and Chibs cocks his head on one side. He breaks into a slow grin, reaches into the drawer in the bedside cabinet and Juice's mouth goes dry.
He remembers the first time he asked Chibs to tie him up. Remembers that they'd been fooling around, Chibs pinning his hands to the floor, when Juice had pointed out that he had some handcuffs kicking around in the bedroom.
The Scot had grinned, pretty much like he is right now.
Juice remembers that the moment the cuffs were on, time had stopped. They'd gone from having to just fucking nail each other, to taking their time, Chibs exploring every inch of Juice's body and Juice powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.
Now, Chibs fastens the cuffs so that Juice's hands are clipped to the headboard, runs his tongue down the length of Juice's inner arm, down his armpit and the side of his chest, just because he's a bastard, and because Juice is ticklish, and because he just can.
Chibs scratches his teeth over the raised nub of Juice's nipple, and for about the billionth time, Juice thinks he really should get around to getting it pierced. It'll have to wait till he's out of jail now.
He watches down the line of his body as Chibs laves and bites at his nipple, has to bite his own lip to stop himself from whimpering. Chibs hands work their way down to Juice's hips, his thighs, fingertips rough on the sensitive skin.
'Come on-'
Juice hadn't realised he'd said anything but Chibs looks up at him with a filthy grin.
'Not in a position to be makin' demands, Juicy,' he says and settles back down to torturing Juice, fingers ghosting over the head of his cock, cupping his balls.
Chibs' tongue is ticklish on Juice's belly and Juice wants to fight him off, get away from the sensation, but Chibs' hands are firm on his hips, his eyes watchful on Juice's face.
Juice could fidget, try to get Chibs to where he wants him most, but he knows better, knows not to rush him. This is the last time they're gonna have together for a long time and it makes sense to draw it out, savour every moment, tuck every detail away in his memory for a time when he needs it most.
"overlap" by Ani DiFranco
i search your profile for a translation i study the conversation like a map 'cause i know there is strength in the differences between us and i know there is comfort where we overlap come here stand in front of the light stand still so i can see your silhouette i hope you have got all night 'cause i'm not done looking, no, i'm not done looking yet each one of us wants a piece of the action you can hear it in what we say you can see it in what we do we negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction if you won't give it to me at least give me a better view come here stand in front of the light stand still so i can see your silhouette i hope you have got all night 'cause i'm not done looking no, i'm not done looking yet i build each one of my songs out of glass so you can see me inside of them i suppose or you could just leave the image of me in the background, i guess and watch your own reflection superimposed i build each one of my days out of hope and i give that hope your name and i don't know you that well but it don't take much to tell either you don't have the balls or you don't feel the same come here stand in front of the light stand still so i can see your silhouette i hope you have got all night 'cause i'm not done looking no, i'm not done looking yet i search your profile for a translation i study the conversation like a map 'cause i know there is strength in the differences between us and i know there is comfort where we overlap